Lyrical Breakdown of Tha Blues - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tha Blues" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tha Blues" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Lil Wayne employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Lil Wayne's narrative.
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Come on (come on)
Come on (come on) come on-come on
Ain't nothin' nice or sweet
They don't even much understand this (nu-uh)
Look-
Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
40-44 under my clothes, I'm drunk and blowed
And I done told them, boys, if they play I dump their mothers
Now they findin' niggas everyday slumped in gutters
I come through on the block strapped, bumpin' Bubba
For the summer in a bright orange pumpkin Hummer
Stumblin' from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood who can't cop the yay
So I can get it understood and have you chopped today
And not to say I could even hit your block and spray
And try to knock all the bone structure out your face
Stick a potato on the head of my nine, it's deadly quiet
Leave a nigga redder than swine, you damn pig
The plan is to take everything and kill 'em all
Young or old, nigga, big or small, ain't nothin' nice
Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van, there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues
Look, now we all do dumb things
Playin' with Wayne doesn't have to be one of 'em
I'll murder his father right in front of him
None of 'em are ready for the trouble I'm 'bout
Pull up in a bubble, hop out, then let a couple pop-out
I got two double Desert Eagles, bustin' at your peoples
Cussin' at polices, and roughin' up your nieces
See me just off the meters, don't leave without the heaters
Believe this, my Nina's got more shelves than Adidas
You see the slick jackin', believe it's Glocks and millimeters
Run up on your family and pop your senioritas
A lot of Hennessy, just twist that lil' baby
Damn, them hollow tips just missed that lil' baby
This is definitely, step to me, get a hysterectomy
Technically I'll murder anyone who disrespectin' me
17 Carrollton, mess with me, I bury one
3-80, I carry one, come to kill up everyone (what?)
Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van, there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues
Everybody freeze and drop when Lil Weezy cock
And niggas be like Q-Tip 'cause they breathe and stop
Believe or not, the ki's ten G's a wat
Until I die Apple and Eagle that be's the block
And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and vodk' got me wanna beat a cop
I grease the Glock, the scope with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots
Follow me, everybody in the family die sourly
Niggas drop hourly ruinin' your economy
Liquor power me, now there's nothin' that can bother me
Creep up in your window while you're sleepin', take your child with me
I'm wild, and Wheezy more violent than Dennis Rodman
Slide up in a blue truck and shoot-up a whole lot of men
A lot of heat, a lot of fire, a blazer like Stoudamire
Ride around your neighbourhood and you wake up with bodies by your house
Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
And in the van, there's a box in the back full of plenty of tools
And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues